01x04 - Chapter 4: The Gathering Storm

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I'm collecting on behalf
of the Tuskens of the Dune Sea.

The Kintan Striders have already
collected protection money

for the same territory you lay claim to.

Under Master Bib's watchful eye,

Mos Espa was divided
amongst three families.

He relied on the uneasy alliances
to preserve his tribute and title.

With apologies, sir...

No one respects you.

The streets have turned to chaos.

There is no work, Mighty Daimyo.

Then you will work for me.

You better fight as
good as you talk dank.

(ROARING)

BOBA FETT: Here is your prisoner.

I offer him back if you renounce

all claims to Jabba's
legacy on Tatooine.

(SPEAKS HUTTESE)

BOBA FETT: Release him.

Take it from an ex-bounty hunter,

don't work for scugholes.

It's not worth it.

(WIND WHISTLING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(BANTHA GRUNTING)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(BANTHA BELLOWING)

Not today, old girl.

Still too many guards.

Let's get something to eat.

Here you go.

Enjoy.

(BELCHES)

(DISTANT expl*si*n)

(BANTHA BELLOWING)

(DISTANT expl*si*n)

(INDISTINCT MURMURING)

- (BANTHA BELLOWING)
- (MAN SHUSHES)

(BOBA FETT GRUNTS)

(BEEPING)

(DOOR HISSES)

(ELECTRONIC BEEPING)

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

(DEVICE BEEPING)

Aren't you a little old to be here?

She needs modification.

No walk-ins. Appointment only.

This woman is about to die.

(COINS CLINKING)

You should've started with that.

(MACHINE BUZZING)

(SIZZLING)

(TOOL WHIRRING)

(SAWING)

(CLICKING)

(MACHINE BEEPING)

(TOOL WHINING)

- (TOOL WHIRRING)
- (HYDRAULIC HISSING)

(MACHINE POWERING)

MODIFIER: It's done.

(BEEPING)

Aren't you gonna close her up?

And cover all that beautiful machinery?

(GRUNTS)

(COUGHS)

- (BANTHA BELLOWING)
- (FENNEC SHAND GROANS WEAKLY)

BOBA FETT: Drink.

(FENNEC SHAND GRUNTS)

What happened?

You were dying of a gut sh*t.

I saved your life.

(GASPS AND GRUNTS)

What did you do to me?

I brought you to a mod-parlor
on the outskirts of Mos Eisley.

It was the best I could do
under the circumstances.

(COUGHS)

(GROANS)

Take the black melon.

It will help you recover.

(WINCES IN PAIN)

BOBA FETT: It takes
some getting used to.

With time you start to crave it.

(GULPS)

You are Master Assassin Fennec Shand
of the Mid Rim.

I take it I'm worth more alive, huh?

You are.

I'll pay double my bounty.

I don't want money.

Who are you?

I am Boba Fett.

Boba is dead.

I was...

left for dead on the sands of Tatooine.

Like you.

I was rescued by the Sand People.

They took me in, treated
me as one of their own.

I tried to help them.

Instead I got them massacred
by Nikto speed bikers.

Speed bikers defeated Tuskens?

That's highly unlikely.

I want you to help me.

Help me recover my Firespray gunship.

(SIGHS)

Where is it?

Jabba the Hutt's palace.

Bib Fortuna took over his territory.

And now he rules from that palace.

If the ship is yours, why don't
you just ask for it back?

Because I might not like the answer.

Without my armor, I'm less persuasive.

If I help you...

my debt is paid.

If that is what you wish.

(BANTHA BELLOWING)

(BANTHA BELLOWING)

FENNEC SHAND: Your
ship's there all right.

Any idea how many guards?

I can't tell.

The gate opens, some
come out, some go in.

Let's take a closer look.

(DEVICE TRILLING)

(DEVICE BEEPING)

(GUARDS SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)

(BANTHA BELLOWING)

BOBA FETT: It's time.

It's time to say farewell, my friend.

You served me well.

- (BANTHA SLURPS)
- (GROANS)

Yes, I know.

(INHALES DEEPLY) I know I'm
gonna miss you, too, old girl.

- (BANTHA BELLOWING)
- Now go.

Find other banthas. Make baby banthas.

Go!

(GRUNTS) You're free
to roam the Dune Sea.

Shouldn't you wait until we get
your ship back before you do that?

Why?

Either I get it or I die.

Soon you'll be free, too.

What's next for you?

I'm gonna find my armor.

Then I'm gonna k*ll that bloated
pig who double crossed me.

Take his throne.

You wanna head a Gotra?

Why not?

You're a hunter.

I'm tired of working for idiots
who are gonna get me k*lled.

The Tuskens took me in.

Made me part of their tribe.

I was ready to leave hunting behind.

People like us don't get to decide
when we're finished.

Ah.

(DEVICE TRILLING)

(BEEPS)

There she is.

(DEVICE BEEPING)

There are too many guards.

Then we time their patrol
and go in quiet.

(GAMORREANS GRUNTING)

FENNEC SHAND: And...

- (INSECTS BUZZING)
- (RATS SQUEAKING)

(HISSING)

(METAL CLANGS)

(GROANS)

(GUARDS SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)

(CREATURE SQUEALING)

CHEF DROID: What was that?

SOUS-CHEF DROID: I
don't know. More rats?

CHEF DROID: Go find it.

I will contact the rat catcher.

SOUS-CHEF DROID:
I don't think it was a rat.

Call secur...

(KNIVES SWISHING)

(KNIVES WHIRRING)

(BEEPS)

(BEEPING STOPS)

No one sounded the alarm.

Let's get to the hangar.

We'll slip past the guards.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(LEP DROID GRUNTING)

Oh.

Huh? (GASPS)

- (GRUNTS)
- I'll watch the door.

(WHIMPERING)

(POTS CLATTERING)

Where'd you go?

(PANTING)

- (GRUNTS)
- (LEP DROID CHUCKLING)

- Uh-oh.
- (GRUNTS)

Got ya.

- (WHIMPERING)
- Do you know who I am?

(SOBBING)

I am Boba Fett.

(SOBBING, SHUTS DOWN)

Quick little bugger.

(CLANGS)

Can we go now?

Let's go.

(POWER DROID SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(GRUNTING IN DISTANCE)

(GAMORREANS GRUNTING)

(ALL GRUNTING)

Good work.

Not bad yourself.

(ALARM SOUNDING)

Let's go.

(GUARD SHOUTING IN ALIEN LANGUAGE)

- (GUARD SCREAMS)
- GUARD : Sleemo!

FENNEC SHAND: You go.

I'll handle them.

Make sure that thing can still fly.

(GUARDS SHOUTING IN ALIEN LANGUAGE)

(PANTING, GRUNTING)

(SYSTEM POWERING UP)

(GUARDS SHOUTING IN ALIEN LANGUAGE)

(GUARDS SCREAMING)

(GUARD YELLS)

(GUARDS SHOUTING IN ALIEN LANGUAGE)

(BOTH GRUNT)

(GUARDS SCREAMING)

Let's get out of here.

- (ALARM BEEPING)
- Damn it.

What the hell are you doing?

We need to get the gate open
but I can't see a thing!

I'm a little busy here!

(FENNEC SHAND GRUNTING)

(BEEPING CONTINUES)

(RUMBLING)

(GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

g*ns are jammed. I can't get a sh*t.

I've got it. Close the ramp.

I hope you know what you're doing.

(GUARD SCREAMING)

(METAL CREAKING, THUDS)

(ENGINE ROARING)

Next time, we stick to the plan.

Next time?

(BEEPS)

How's the ship?

She's in good shape.

Just a little rusty.

There are good mechanics in Mos Eisley.

I'll do the maintenance myself.

There's an advantage
to people thinking you're dead.

Now your debt is paid.

Where would you like to be dropped?

Where are you headed?

I have a few scores to settle.

I'll go for the ride.

Huh?

(NIKTO BIKERS SCREAMING AND GROANING)

(SCREAMING)

Hang on.

(LEVER CLICKS)

The Sarlacc Pit.

That's where I was trapped
all those years ago.

That's where I'll find my armor.

In there?

It's dissolved.

Not beskar.

(BUTTON CLICKS)

(SCANNER PINGING)

Damn it. I can't see a thing.

Be careful.

(SIGHS)

- (ROARS)
- (GASPS)

(FIRESPRAY CREAKING)

(SARLACC SCREECHING)

sh**t it!

Come on.

(BOTH STRAINING)

(BOTH STRAINING)

- (SARLACC ROARS)
- (GRUNTS)

(ALARM BEEPING)

- (SNARLS)
- Fire in the hole.

(LOUD expl*si*n)

(PANTING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Next time don't touch my buttons.

(BOBA FETT GRUNTING)

Nothing.

All junk.

(BOTH PANTING)

You're burning. It's not safe in there.

Yeah.

My armor's not down there.

It served its purpose.

It saved you from the acid.

What you need to find is a bacta t*nk.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Scurrier?

Thanks.

Are you serious about
forming your own house?

How many times have you been hired
to do a job that was avoidable?

If they only took the time to think.

How much money could have been made?

How many lives could have been saved?

Then you and I would be out of work.

I'm tired of our kind dying
because of the idiocy of others.

We're smarter than them.

It's time we took our sh*t.

We?

Yes.

If I'm gonna start a house,
I need brains and muscle.

You have both.

It's tempting.

But I'm an independent contractor.

I'll do jobs for you.
But I value my freedom.

I can offer you something
no client ever has.

What's that?

Loyalty.

I will cut you in on the success

and pledge my life to protect yours.

Living with the Tuskens
has made you soft.

No.

It's made me strong.

You can only get so far without a tribe.

BIB FORTUNA: Boba!

(GRUNTS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(MACHINE BEEPING)

(t*nk DOOR WHIRRING)

DRESSING DROID:
Congratulations, Master Fett.

You are completely healed.

What about the scars on the inside?

Those take longer.

Anything from the Mayor's Majordomo?

Is he cooperating?

Oh, he's singing like a Yuzzum.

But still, no sign of the Mayor.

- My armor, quickly.
- Relax.

The Mods are combing
the streets of Mos Espa.

If he's here, they will find him.

I should still show my face in town.

You sure that's a good idea?

w*r could break out any day.

Power hates a vacuum.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(ELECTRONIC BEEPING)

(ALIENS CHEERING AND CHATTERING)

(KRRSANTAN GROWLS)

(CHEERING)

(GROWLING)

(ELECTRICAL BUZZING)

- (BELL DINGS, CHIMING)
- (ALL CHEERING)

(GROWLS)

(GASPS, SCREAMS)

(SCREAMS)

- (GROWLS)
- (YELPS)

- (GASPS)
- (ROARS)

(GRUNTING)

- (ROARS)
- (CROWD GASPS)

I think you've made your point.

- (GROWLS)
- (CHUCKLES)

I remember your years in the Pit.

I've never seen a more
impressive display

of martial prowess,
and you were a legend.

And the name Krrsantan
drew crowds by the thousands.

Your knuckle dusters are
more feared than blasters.

You've met every challenge.

You've won every trophy.

Is it not beneath you to dismember
this unfortunate Trandoshan?

(WHIMPERS)

Thousands once cheered such a display.

But those days have passed.

(GROWLS)

In this more civilized place
in these more civilized times,

what was once celebrated
in the bloodlust of the arena

is now seen as horror and cruelty.

(SIGHS) There, there. Isn't that better?

And you've nothing left to prove.

You are a champion.

You are above such pettiness.

Now, you have run up
quite a bar tab, Santo.

So, what say you release this customer

and let these fine folks get
back to their fun and in return,

I will wipe your debt off the books?

- (GROWLS SOFTLY)
- (CHOKING)

(INDISTINCT MURMURING)

- (ROARS)
- (SCREAMS)

- (CROWD GASPING)
- (DROID GROANS)

(SIGHS)

(GROWLS)

It was worth a sh*t.

Hit it, Max.

Hey, mate.

Looks like you could use a job.

(GROWLS SOFTLY)

FENNEC SHAND: Jabba the Hutt
once sat upon that throne.

His reign ended in a ball
of fire on the Dune Sea

and then Bib Fortuna took his place.

You were all once captains
under the Hutt.

But you quickly left the family
when Fortuna claimed to be the heir.

He was a terrible leader
with no right to the throne.

Oh, you each tried to take his place,

but were thwarted by
his guile and treachery.

It took this man, Boba Fett,
to remove him.

You all accrued wealth and
riches under Jabba the Hutt.

You can again, if you
listen to Boba Fett.

I may sit on that throne.

But I have no designs
on any of your territories.

I ask for no tribute or quarter,
and I expect to give none either.

I'm here to make a proposal
that's mutually beneficial.

As I'm sure you all know,

the Pyke Syndicate are
mustering troops in Mos Espa.

They have slowly absorbed our planet
as part of their spice trade.

They have bribed the Mayor

and are draining Tatooine of its wealth.

We make many credits from
the sale of spice in our territories.

And why do you deserve to be the Daimyo?

What prevents us all from k*lling
you and taking what we want?

- (LOUD ROAR)
- (ALL GASP)

(ROARS)

Easy, boy.

Easy.

(CREATURE GROWLS)

Think he's a little hungry.

Please. Sit.

Why speak of conflict when
cooperation can make us all rich?

(SPEAKS AQUALISH)

Master Garfalaquox asks
what it is that you are proposing.

I am proposing that all
the families of Mos Espa

join in a defensive alliance until
the Pyke Syndicate is vanquished.

They have only challenged
your territory.

Why should we spill
the blood of our ranks

for a feud waged between
you and the Pykes?

Yes.

Then I will fight these battles alone.

I will vanquish these interlopers
who thr*aten our planet.

I will make the streets safe again.

So all in this room can prosper.

All I ask in return
is that you remain neutral

if the Pyke Syndicate approaches
you to betray me.

(ALL SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGES)

This will be acceptable.

(SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE)

Master Garfalaquox finds
this acceptable as well.

I abide.

(HISSES)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

Do you trust them?

I trust them to work
in their own self-interest.

My deal is a lot better than
what the Syndicate would offer.

They may be stubborn, but
they are not foolish enough

to see that the Pykes would eventually
take over the whole planet.

Either way, we must prepare for w*r.

How much treasure do we have in reserve?

I have plenty of credits.

What I'm short on is muscle.

Credits can buy muscle,
if you know where to look.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)